By Shreshtha Srivastava
When arrives the night,
The devil comes to the light.
It is not about the dress,
He doesn’t care what she wears.
When humanity dies,
Lust in him grows inside.
He has a heart so black,
He leaves a scar bloody red.
The candle march after the sin,
Cannot bring back the girl,
She has always been.
A candle march cannot stop,
The devil from committing another sin.
By Shreshtha Srivastava
Beautifully written 🍀
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